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Life's Too Short, Grab a Donut!

Dear Members and Constituents,
Why are you here? No, this is not the super-sized question with extra ketchup (i.e. why were we put on Earth?), rather, it’s just the medium-size, hold the fries variety (i.e. what motivates you to come to work each day?). Think about it. On average, we spend 30% of our week at the office (that’s 45% of our waking hours!). Such a large time commitment begs the question: why do it? It seems to me one way to over-simplify the problem is to view it as a continuum which starts with fear and culminates in fulfillment. In this lens, many of us start-out on the fulfillment side (change the world). Somewhere along the way fear creeps-in (bills to pay, mouths to feed). This pendulum may swing back and forth throughout our adult lives, depending on macro and individual circumstances. Ultimately, I would hope you’re doing it for more than just a paycheck, after all, there are so many ways to get paid, so why not do it with pizazz! Sure, no job is perfect and inevitably there will be some drudgery that comes with your job description. Still, if you’re not spending a fair amount of time on the fulfillment side, you should check your motives and attitude. In my experience, there’s always a bright side we take for granted. Of course, if the cloud-to-silver-lining ratio is whacked, you can always make a change. Today’s jobs report has the unemployment rate at 5.1%, a 7 year low (Colorado’s is 4.3%!) –you have to imagine the job market is fairly healthy. I think telecom is the cat’s pajamas (we make the world a smaller place), however, if I had to switch, I imagine a career in donut confectioning might be fun (making people’s lives sweeter). If 40 hours a week of smelling the permeating deep-fried sweetness of donuts is not your cup of tea, you can simply swing-by Ed’s office (he’s still out) and grab a guilty pleasure. Rusty Corne (donut boy) delights us with four dozen LaMar’s confections (three dozen of which are specialties). So go for the gusto and grab a double-handed donut. And once you get back to your desk write me a note telling me what else is good about your job.

Happy Friday!

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